Sarah and I were out on our walk today, and a funny looking hummer nearly ran us over: we were on the sidewalk, crossing the entrance to a gas station across from our house, when the behemoth attempted to turn into the station. Fortunately, he saw us, stopped, and waited for us to cross. As the hummer passed by, I caught a glimpse of something painted on the side: it appeared to be a basketball with the number 91 on it. I thought, “No. It couldn’t be. Could it?” Turning to Sarah, I said, “I think that was Dennis Rodman.” “No way!”, she replied. We went in for a closer look, and it was indeed the Worm, winner of 5 NBA championship rings, 2 defensive player of the year awards, 7 rebounding titles. He was a 2-time all-star, 7-time first team All-Defensive player, New York Times #1 Bestselling author, and an original Bad Boy. Not to mention he was one, unfortunately, wacked out guy (case in point, his hummer was covered with crudely-drawn and cartoonish naked women). Of all the days to forget to bring my freaking camera on our freaking walk. I could just kick myself. Much as he once kicked that camera man in the crotch. Over and over and over and over.